When They Touch Me Novels & Stories

“No one has ever reached for me without wanting something. No one has ever touched me like this.” “How?” I asked gently. “Like I’m allowed.” My chest tightened. “You are.” His grip tightened, not harshly, not possessively. Just… desperately. As if the truth might slip through his fingers if he loosened his hold even for a second. His other hand lifted, hovered near my cheek, then withdrew. I caught it before he could pull it back completely. Held it between mine. Brushed my thumb over the scar at the base of his thumb. “You can touch me,” I said.

He touched me when I told them not to. “I told you guys not to touch me for a reason.” I shudder and rub at my forehead. “It doesn’t usually happen like this though.” I pace back and forth in the small room. “Usually it’s one-sided. And it’s like… a movie. I can see everything that has ever happened in somebody’s life in a moment. I can feel their emotions and hear their thoughts. But it’s only supposed to go one way.” “Just breathe.” Forrest’s tone is gentle, and he moves to stand in front of me. He tries to touch me, so I back away, just out of his reach.

He reminded as he solemnly draw circles on my back to calm me down. My frustrations immediately went out of the window. I don't know he does that. Every time I'm mad or feeling any intense emotions. All he does was to touch me and I can immediately collect myself back. Maybe it's a fated guardian perks. Or maybe it was 'something' else. I didn't realize that I was staring too much not until he shifted his gaze and locked it with mine. I forgot about the waves I'm making. The sound of the sea was muted.

He looked up when I walked in. "Are you okay?" he asked. "I'm okay." He stood up and walked toward me. "I was worried." "I know. I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry." He reached out and touched my face. "You needed to see her." "I did." He studied me for a moment. "You look different," he said. "Different how?" "Lighter. Like something's changed." I smiled. "Something has." We spent the rest of the day together. We didn't talk about the trial. We didn't talk about Damon. We didn't talk about the past. We just... were.

His fingers brushed against my knuckles. The touch was like an explosion. It wasn't just a poke; it was a jolt of pure, white-hot electricity that shot up my arm and straight into my chest. I let out a sharp, jagged gasp, my lips parting. My whole body shivered. It was the most intense thing I had ever felt. Just a simple brush of skin, but it felt like he had reached inside me and turned on a light.

“Why?” Why? Why? Well, there are a million different reasons. The manner in which he touched me. The way that he looked at me was strange. the things that we had discussed and shared with one another. But something clicked into place for me when I noticed the way he was looking at me at the moment and how he wasn't touching me. I had told him that I loved him, but he had never told me the same thing in return. To be honest, no.

I move my leg back from his shoulder to where I am straddling him in the chair as I pull my top back off. I see his hands shaking. He wants to touch me so badly, but he knows he isn’t allowed to. I can touch him, and it is unhinging him just like I wanted. Just as the chorus hits, I begin rocking and grinding up and down on him before turning and sitting in his lap so my back is up against his chest. I grab his hands and bring them to my breasts and put his hands on them and squeeze his hands over them as I continue to grind up on him. I let his hands go and push them away right as the lyrics to the song say, ‘they can look but they just can’t touch it’ and lean forward so I touch the ground

That’s the reaction I was hoping for. I walk slowly to the guys standing in place. I slowly place my hand on First Guy’s face and tilt his head downwards to face me. While holding him, I reach out my other hand and signal Thirst Trap to move closer so I can touch both of them. “I want you guys to touch me together.”

I was so shocked that I grabbed my hand and shouted. "Don't touch me!" The maids quickly went to check us. "Ma'am, are you okay?" I breathe heavily. "W-water" I said. Someone handed me water and I saw It was him. I immediately took and drank it. "Are you okay, ma'am?" "I'm okay." Out of breath I said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ---" "I still don't want to eat because I'm still full and I have to look at something now. So please, don't touch me"

Maybe it’s just in my mind, but the only thing I feel as his hand touches my upper arm is sparks. No sizzling, no burning.